Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Peace ❯ Foghorn ( Chapter 63 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

~~~~~~``` Chapter Fog Horn


I can't stay, you're in the way so
Listen when I'm talking

What kept you? I'm not bothered any more
Complacent, got me headed for the door
Foot down, you're not allowed to look outside

By: I have no idea but it’s not me.


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“Are you sure this is what you want?”


“I think it is.” Trunks smiled reassuringly. “I just need to be by myself, find out everything, and be away from people that I love too much to hurt.” He glanced over at his little sister who splashed wildly in the pool, Goten quickly diving under to grab her little feet and pull her down with him. “It might be better this way.”


“There will be no one there, Trunks. You’ll be all alone.”


“I think that’s what I need. My therapist thinks the same thing. It just might straighten me out.”


“But do you need to go on the opposite side of the world to do that?”


“Mom, it’s really not that far. With your jet you can get there in less then a half hour. And me, I can fly right over here whenever you want. It’s not that big of a deal. Besides the branch in the U.S. isn’t doing so good. I want to advance it.”


“But New York is a pretty big place, it’s not safe--”


“Hi, I’m Trunks.” The boy grabbed his mother’s hands playfully, “Strongest human in the world. Can destroy the whole planet without pulling muscle. Nice to meet you.” She glared at him ripping her hand away, “I don’t think I’ve got much competition.”


“Fine I get your point. Let me talk over it with Vegeta. But don’t think even then I’ll say yes. You’re still seventeen, still my little boy, I’m not giving you up without a fight. But.” She sighed, taking a big gulp of her martini. “If you can prove to me that you going there might be good for you, I’ll consider it with more of an open-mind.” He kissed her cheek in thanks then jumped in the air only to fall cannon ball style in the pool causing a five foot title wave.

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Bulma signed exited the elevator, empty glass in hand, smiling when she located her lover sitting at the lunch table, swallowing meats upon meats in to his open mouth and doing so in a very graceful elegant style. She shook her head at the contradicting of his actions. How he managed to do such she’ll never figure out. Bulma sat the empty glass down on the coffee table, slowly tip-toeing up behind him, and slipping her hands over his naked shoulder, grasping his sensitive ear lope between her lips. He growled in retaliation, stalling in his feeding and tilting his head slightly to the side. “Last night.” Bulma whispered against him while stepping around and slipping her naked leg over his thigh till she sat on his lap, nibbling down his jaw line, “Was amazing.” She let her tongue slid out over his lip but retreated when he tried to catch it.


“Hmmm…What do you want?” He gruffed leaning around her, reaching for a chicken leg. He smirked at her sigh in annoyance. She should know by now he can read her like a book.


“You’re no fun.” Bulma pouted, crossing her arms over her chest knowing the bathing suit she was wearing hid barely anything to the human eye, and by doing this action only caused her twins to pop out more. But then again, Vegeta appeared to take no interest in anything other then the leg he was munching on which disappointingly wasn’t hers. “It’s about Trunks.” His chest rumbled in his obvious dislike of the conversation.


“I have allowed him here, do not ask for anything more.” He was just about to throw her off but her features were stern and her hands pushed on his shoulders. He let her believe she made him stay there.


“He wants to go to America.”


Vegeta cocked his brow, “Where’s that?”


Bulma dropped her head on his shoulder, shaking it in her annoyance. “On the other side of the world.”


“What for?”


“He wants to live there for a while.”


“Fine.” Vegeta, this time actually did lift her shocked form off him so he could continue with his meal. However she just stayed right next to him with her eyes wide and lips apart, he dropped his fork on the plate, glaring up at her, “What?”


“What!” Vegeta cringed, leaning back in his chair knowing now he will never eat in peace. She was pissed for whatever reason and as much as he basked in it, he really wanted to eat. “You think its fine that we let our seventeen year old son move all the way on the other side of the world to a place where he knows no one, where we won’t know what the hell he’s doing or what kind of trouble he gets into or if he gets hurts, or killed!”


“Woman.” Vegeta growled hating her shirking voice. “That boy is too old to be here. If he was brought up on Vegeta-sei he would have been thrown out at the age of twelve.”


“Well, we’re not on Vegeta-sei because fortunately Frieza was smart enough to blow it up!” Bulma knew instantly that she had gone too far. Suddenly frightened she took a step back, watching him snap to his feet, the chair flying back and smashing against the tiled floor. His cheek muscles clenched and his hands fisted while he glared at her, and Bulma preyed to Kami that he would realize that she hadn’t meant it that way. But Bulma knew he wouldn’t just let it go. She flinched when he suddenly stepped forward, stomping around her and out of the room, blasting off on the balcony into the air.


After her fear finally faded and her body got control of her shaking, she buried her head into her hands.

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She shouldn’t have said that. No matter if she didn’t mean it, no matter if he took it wrong. She shouldn’t have said it. Vegeta-sei was his home. And even if it was destroyed the culture of his race lived inside him, so it wasn’t totally gone from existence.


Why did he take so much offense against her words? She wouldn’t mean anything as brutal as it had sounded to him. He was making a way too big of a deal about it. But Vegeta didn’t want to let it go. He wanted her to feel her guilt. He would have never said such a thing to her if her planet had been blown up. Ever. Not even in play.


But she had insulted everything. The Sayian Culture. The Sayian teachings, beliefs, and morals. She thought that his race was barbaric, savage, and ruthless. She always had thought so, just never so openly admitted it. She hadn’t been playing when she said those words. The color in her eyes told him much. She was serious and angry.


Why was he here again? The doctor stared at him in perplexed concentration trying to figure out that same reason. Vegeta didn’t know why he came here. It just seemed there was no other place to go. And even weirder thing was that he had been civil about it. Not like last time where he threw the other man out. He had been patient this time, entering the window, and waiting outside till Nine called him in.


And now he sat here in front of this man, not saying a single word. Vegeta could feel the man’s anxiety and confusion and decided he had wasted enough time just sitting. He snapped to his feet and began to pace trying to figure out what exactly it was he wanted to say and make sure none of it sounded too stupid. “You and your wife had a fight I take it?” Vegeta snapped a bewildered eye over to him. “Last time you came in like this you two had a fight so I figured it was the same.”


Vegeta paced continually, not knowing where to begin but not wanting to come out right and say it. “I stopped with those pills.” He bit out through clenched teeth staring at the tiles his feet kept stepping on.


“I know. I was wondering when you were going to come back to therapy. It’s been almost two months. How are you doing?”


“It does not effect me often.”


“That’s good. Is that what this is about?” Vegeta shook his head. “So this isn‘t about you and your flashbacks.” Again he shook his head.


“The boy is seventeen.”


The doctor hung his head. “Oh. Somehow I thought it was about this then anything else. I’m so sorry to hear about your daughter.”


“No. Do not speak of her.” He growled, baring his teeth. But the look he received, Vegeta knew the doctor was going to get into it sometime soon. “He is old enough to be on his own.”


“Usually for humans it’s eighteen they are old enough.”


“Not for Sayian. They are released from their sires at age of twelve. The boy can take care of himself now.”


“So you want Trunks out of the house?”


“He wants to go to Amerika or something or other. I want him to go. I do not want to look at him anymore then I have too. But the woman. She is being difficult. She thinks it dangerous. Stupid female. Trunks is more powerful then all humans put together. She worries for nothing.”


“So what is it that she said that made you like this?”


Vegeta let his chest rumble in his anger. “She was angry since I said it was fine. That he should have been gone five years ago according to Sayian ways.” Vegeta turned the opposite way, pacing down a line of tiles. “She comments that Frieza did right by blowing up my planet.”


“OH…Well, this makes sense then.”


“Any other would have been killed for such a remark.”


“Vegeta, listen to me.” Vegeta turned a stray eye toward him. “She didn’t mean--”


“Bullshit. That woman never accepted my race.”


“She’s a mother, Vegeta. You have to remember that. Trunks is her first born. She is going to be very protective of him her whole life. And having him move to the other side of the world, the very thought alone is probably killing her. You have got to understand she was probably going to you to agree with her that it was a bad idea and when you said fine, she thinks you are against her and is trying to pull her baby away from her. So she got defensive. She wanted to hurt you. That was it. It was unconscious, it was only deliberate in an unstable emotional mind. And right now I bet she probably feels awful for saying it.”


Vegeta folded his arms over his chest, realizing that he had actually shown up in only spandex training shorts and white gold-tipped boots. And it was as if the doctor noticed for his eyes darted down to Vegeta’s chest for the first time. It was too late now, the man all ready saw them and the expression was really too much for Vegeta to ignore. He growled in warning but the Nine could not take his eyes off.


To get out of the man’s eyes Vegeta went for the window only to bare his entire backside to the doctor, who got an eye full of the distortion of his back. Vegeta fled, flying hard away from him, never wanting to ever return to the place again. Now he had no where to go. Maybe Kakarot would want to spar.

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Kakarot is a whipped pup. Does whatever his woman tells him too, how pathetic. Vegeta barred his teeth just thinking about. It was ten o’clock at night and they were still sparring, the woman comes calling it’s time for bed, and instantly the fool says goodbye. How old is he again!


Vegeta growled, though knowing he too should be home, and that’s where he was heading much against his better judgment. He was still angry at the woman. She had no right to say that and yet she did. She will have to get down on her knees and beg for forgiveness.


However even that didn’t seem to really satisfy him. He wanted to stay mad at her for a while. It’s not everyday it’s his turn to direct her to the couch. Why not bask in it for a few days? Just like her. Make her suffer without any attention for a week, see how long it takes her till she breaks.


He landed on the second floor balcony, typing in the password and walking in, finding Trunks laid out on the couch, asleep. Vegeta huffed going to the kitchen to have a quick snack which would require a few chicken legs and many ribs. After finishing up, Vegeta stared at his child from over the couch, watching the brat breath. The Sayian instinct to hate the one that harms his blood was starting to lessen and his parental instincts told him it was time to let it go. Bra was fine. She would be herself soon in no time. No sense in losing both of his children.


Vegeta bumped the couch, watching with humor as Trunks fell off and slammed to the floor. He couldn’t help but chuckle. The kid got to his hands and knees and throwing his hair from his eyes he glared at the being that caused him to abruptly awakened. “Needed something to entertain you dad?” Trunks questioned crawling back on the couch.


“Why aren’t you in your own bed?”


Trunks sighed, his arm covering his eyes in annoyance, “Because too many things happened in there with her.” Vegeta took a seat in the recliner. Trunks peaked out for a moment then hiding his eyes. “So you’re talking to me now?”


“And do not make me regret it.” Vegeta bit, allowing his voice to vibrate with a growl.


Trunks sighed not knowing how to respond. “You and mom have a fight?” It was more of a statement but Vegeta grunted an affirmative. “About me wanting to leave right?”


“The woman worries too much.”


“I know. That’s a human mom for you. Do you think it’s okay?”


“I do not see the problem.”


“Me either. I need to leave here. Get away from her. Get away from that bastard of hers.” Vegeta eyed the boy, hearing the anger that was obviously present in his tone. “I guess you know we’re getting a divorce. Damn good thing I didn’t mark her.” He chuckled though it was devoid of emotion. “Seventeen and I’ve all ready been married and divorced. That’s gotta be a record or something.”


“Fix things before you go.” Vegeta felt the boy’s confusion. “With your woman. Fix things. If you do not you are just running away, and that would make you a coward boy.”


“I think I can stand being a coward. Hell I’ve been everything else, why not that.” Vegeta did not like that attitude. It bothered him greatly but Trunks must have felt this because those blue orbs soon met his, “I will deal with it, Dad. I don’t know how. But I will.”


Vegeta nodded accepting that. “Who is upstairs with your mother?” He finally realized that the woman was directly above in the third floor living room. Two undisguised kis that were way too low to figure out.


“Grandpa. Mom called him after you left. Wanting to get his opinion on the matter of me going.”


Vegeta stood, not really knowing why, but he became suddenly aware that the woman could be telling her father everything and that didn’t fit too well with him. He floated up to the third story catching Bulma sitting next to her father in a curled position talking away while the old man brushed the little girl’s hair from her face as she slept on his lap. Vegeta hid in the semi-darkness neither knowing that he was there. He just wanted to listen for a moment to find out what they were speaking about. “She remembers little things, like her cat’s name and the fish that she had when she was three but nothing big. I’ve tried to create machines to help but I’m just not so equipped with the mind. I don’t know how to help it.”


“How’s Vegeta handling it?”


“He’s too hurt I guess. He loves her so very much and it hurts his pride that she doesn’t know who he is. It hurts mine too. I wish he would talk to her. It just might help. She always loved him more then me, so talking to her just might trigger something.”


“Bulma, you know Bra doesn’t love him more. It’s common for a child to switch between parents growing up. That doesn’t mean she loves you less it just means that she is a daddy’s girl, just like you were.”


“I know but it sometimes feels like she would much rather be with him then me if she had a choice. But now, it’s different, she actually treats both of us equal. I don’t feel so unloved I guess is the word now like before.” There was a slight disturbing pause but Bulma was quick to break it. “Anyway, how’s everything been with you? Man you’ve been here for like three hours and I’ve been doing all the talking.”


“Your mother and I are doing good, that condo we got on the beach, you’re mother’s in love with. We spent more then half of our time out there by the shore. You all should come visit the place.”


“Maybe next Sunday we’ll come by. I’m sure Bra would love it. Don’t expect Vegeta to come.”


“Bulma. I want to talk to you about him for a moment. I think from what you’ve told me, I think you’re expecting too much out of him. You have to remember Vegeta’s not an easy-going guy. And just because he’s getting better, doesn’t mean he’s going to be like Goku. He’s an alien, Bulma, no matter how long he’s stayed here. He has a totally different background and you have to understand that or he’s going to leave more often. I know you’re stubborn and I know he is, but each of you have to learn to listen to each other.” The old man turned his head toward the young one in the corner, “You catch that, Vegeta?”


Bulma swung around wide eyed finding the outline of her husband’s dark form leaning against the wall. She instantly got up and ran to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” Vegeta gripped her arms lightly and pushed her away as he usually did. “Are you okay?” He nodded, looking over to the old man who stood up with his child in his old arms.


“Nice to see you, my boy.” Dr. Briefs greeted carefully handing the five-year old into Bulma’s arms. “Well, it’s late, I better be heading home.” He kissed Bulma on the cheek who hugged him tightly.


“Thanks dad.”


“Not a problem. Bye Vegeta.” Vegeta watched him wave in the elevator, before following his woman to the brat’s room where she deposited the baby and continued to their room. He closed the door behind him and paying no attention to the woman undressed and headed for the shower where he quickly washed and returned to find her sitting stiff on the bed staring up at him with sorrowful eyes. He proceeded to his side of the bed, covering himself with the sheet and feigning sleep.


“I all ready said I was sorry. It’s not like I can take it back.” Vegeta didn’t reply. She sighed heavily. “I’m not going to beg.” She sighed again when he had no response. “I didn’t mean it.” She shifted. “You really need to get over that. Your planet blew up like thirty years ago.” Bulma closed her eyes, biting her lip at her stupidity. She was digging herself a deeper hole. “All right fine. Be mad at me all you like.” She growled menacingly, roughly flipping the covers over herself as she got into bed.


She stared up at the ceiling, pouting, huffing in the silence. Bulma sighed aggregately, shoving herself on to her side to stare at her husband’s back. She bit her lip, gnawing on her lip. “You can’t be this angry.” She bit sitting up. “I mean you’ve said worse things to me and I always forgave you.” Bulma knitted her brows trying to think of all the times he’s called her a heifer and had made him sleep on the couch for a few days. But that is not the point here. He should accept her apology.


Being angry seemed to be getting her no where. Bulma smirked evilly, silently shedding herself of her pajama top and lowering herself on the bed and slowly pushing her large breasts against his back, licking the back of his very sensitive ear. “Please, Vegeta, forgive me.” She whispered. “Let me make it up to you. Please, mate with me.” It always turned him on whenever she used Sayian context.


“No.” His gruff reply came like a slap in the face.


Bulma huffed, yanking herself away and rolling with her back to her husband, roughly grabbing the pillows and blankets. She stared at the wall before her, forcing herself to go to sleep. But not one ounce of slumber willed itself on her.